It was getting on toward two o'clock. Jacob had finished both yards and put away the mower. Sniffing one of his pits, he realized he reeked.
Time for a shower.
Mark had cleaned the pool, had some fun, and afterwards had gotten a good swim in. He had blasted Mike's guts and left him by the pool to sleep it off. Now, he needed to get cleaned up.
Tim woken up late, made some cash from a bunch of horny gooners and brushed his teeth but this late in the afternoon, it was time for him to get cleaned up so he could continue with his day.
Yawning, Tim walked into the bathroom when he stepped right on Jacob's sweaty shorts.
"Dude, don't just leave your sweaty stuff all over the bathroom. We've gotta share this place." Tim said a bit of a whine.
"Aww don't get your panties in a twist little bro." Jacob said with a grin, turning to face him as he soaped his body.
Before Chuck's mods to their lives, they hadn't had a bathroom like this. The boys all shared one bathroom now. It had a shower like a locker room with four shower heads in one corner. Two toilets slightly separated by a partition, and a trough urinal. The boys were used to the spartan efficiency of the space as well as seeing each other in varied and regular states of undress.
"Who you calling little bro," Tim said, dropping the pajama bottoms he had been lounging around in.
Tim moved into the warm water and pressed up against soapy body of Jacob. His slender body being easily engulfed by his brothers big arms. His bigger cock pressing against his older bro. His greater height and greater length pressing his manhood against their two torsos. They writhed together enjoying the feeling of their bodies. Tim bent down and brought Jacob into a deep kiss.
That was when Mark walked in, still clad in his brightly colored speedo. Seeing the action taking place, he stepped out of the garment and got in there, enjoying closeness of his brothers.
After some more touching and frotting, Mark spoke up, "I fucked dad earlier today, do either of you feel like topping?"
Both of his brother's cocks pulsed as he had asked the question.
"Me first!" Jacob said, letting Tim go and grabbing Mark and turning him around.
"Man! At least suck me off too." Tim whined again boyishly.
Mark got on his hands and knees in front of Jacob and gestured lazily to for Tim to get down on the tile. Tim sat on his ass, his long legs giving Mark the much needed traction he'd need to take what Jacob was going to give without slip-sliding all over the tile. He buried his face against the massive pole in front of him.
Jacob pushed in slowly. Easing his large cock into Marks practiced hole.
Chuck watched all of this in its pixelated glory. Watching as his dream boys fulfilled his fantasy of fucking like animals for his entertainment. The beautiful thing was that he hadn't even orchestrated the interaction. They were just acting on the changes he had put in place this morning.
Chuck was enthralled. It was happening and soon he would be there himself.
Then, the doorbell rang. Chuck tried to ignore it but it rang once, then twice, and then another time. Insistently.
Chuck backed away from his laptop. Hurriedly running to his door to shoo away the interloper or interlopers that were there to ruin the apex of years of his hottest day dreams.